Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 408

Scarlette walked up to her bedroom door and found Morgan waiting there. He was the perfect gentleman—always had that intellectual vibe about him, being a university professor and all. Holding a bag of groceries, he flashed her a smile. “Done with your meeting?”

She paused, nodded slightly, and let them both in. Morgan followed her inside, automatically changing into his indoor shoes and handing her a pair. “What are you in the mood for?”

Scarlette yawned, flopping onto the living room couch. “Just something simple.”

Morgan grabbed the apron from the hook, leaned down close to her, and looked into her eyes. She didn’t bother opening them, but she knew he was right there. “Dr. Morgan, I’ve always been scared of teachers since I was a kid,” she mumbled, still half-asleep.

He chuckled, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was too tired to move away.

About forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. She’d been getting a lot of packages lately, so she assumed it was another delivery. Dragging herself up, she was surprised to find Nicholas at the door.

Hand on the knob, she frowned, clearly not planning to let him in. “What are you doing here?”

Just then, Morgan came out of the kitchen with a bowl, oblivious to the visitor. “Scarlette, can you give me a hand with the dishes?”

Nicholas pushed the door open with a forceful shove.

Scarlette stumbled back a few steps as he made his way into the kitchen. Morgan, hearing the noise, set the bowl down and stepped out, running right into Nicholas.

With a sarcastic smirk, Nicholas glanced at the cozy setup of steak, vegetables, and mashed potatoes. “Looks cozy.”

Watching the warm scene unfold, Nicholas felt a bitter pang and slammed his fork down. “Scarlette, you’ve really got it all figured out, huh? You can mess around with me outside, and then come home to a personal chef.”

Scarlette’s expression darkened, trying to hold back her frustration. “Nicholas, when is this going to stop?”

His eyes met hers, cold and piercing, as if a poisoned arrow had struck his heart. He’d always been the secret admirer, sticking around under the guise of a younger brother, turning away any suitors with bold claims like, “None of them are good enough for my sister.”

Scarlette had been the one to break the unspoken bond, drunk or not, she’d made the first move. Now, she just met him with cold indifference.

Nicholas, always so proud, had never felt this humiliated. “I’ll stop when you break up with him.”